Total pages in book: 134
Estimated words: 126485 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 632(@200wpm)___ 506(@250wpm)___ 422(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 126485 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 632(@200wpm)___ 506(@250wpm)___ 422(@300wpm)
With that same fervor, I wanted to remain on his muscular legs, feel his calloused palms on my skin and his fingers on my most private area. I was glad he couldn’t read my thoughts, but the way I was looking at his thumbs stroking along my curves must have given me away.
Lorcan chuckled. “To want what one shouldn’t want … it’s frustrating, isn’t it?”
“I don’t know what you’re talking—”
He brushed my outer pussy lips, stealing my words and breath. I felt like a bow drawn too tightly, ready to splinter into a thousand tiny pieces.
His thumbs kept stroking my outer pussy lips lightly, but the touch was potent. My arousal mocked me in the mirror. Lorcan Devaney wanted me willing and wanton, and he was succeeding. I tried to think of Patrick, hoping guilt would rein in my lust, but remembering his words about enjoying himself had me wanting to do the same—enjoy myself. Of course, it was ridiculous to think I could enjoy being with Lorcan Devaney.
His thumb made a detour over my clit, and I gasped, surprised and alarmed. He rubbed his thumb and forefinger against each other, spreading my arousal between them.
Our eyes locked and Lorcan’s gaze flickered with triumph and amusement as he resumed the light teasing of the crease between my pussy and upper thigh.
“Stop the game and take what you want,” I gritted out. I didn’t want him to give me pleasure. I wanted him to take what he wanted, to fuck me and be done with it. It would be a shitty first experience, one I’d probably regret all my life and have nightmares about for years to come, but it was better than the mortification of bearing witness to my body’s reaction to Lorcan’s touch.
“What I want?” he mused, his fingers finding the seam of my pussy and parting me. I stifled a moan as he slid between my swollen lips and stroked. His fingernail flicked my clit, almost making me weep with need. Lorcan had a presence that couldn’t be ignored, and a vibe of sexual danger that seemed to cause a short circuit in my brain. His thumb flicked me again before he took it away.
“What do you want, sweet Aislinn?” Lorcan hummed next to my ear before gently sucking my lobe into his mouth. His thumb traced my slit and circled my opening. I wanted him inside of me. Seeing his finger tease me, I could think of nothing else, but he didn’t do it. Instead, he traveled higher once more and began to nudge my clit with the pad of his thumb. The light touch seemed to set fire to a lust that had been buried under dry hay for a long time. My core constricted, but I fought against the release. I didn’t want to come from Lorcan’s touch, not so quickly. Not at all. Not when my body had only ever succumbed to an orgasm with my own hands and long coaxing. Lorcan must have sensed my struggle. His second hand came up and pinched my nipple at the same time as his thumb pressed hard against my clit. I could hardly hold back. My pussy spasmed, my fingers on the armrest tightened as I tried to hide my body’s reaction. I was on the verge, so close to tipping over. I bit down on my tongue, pulling at the reins on my body, but I was still too close, still too eager for more.
Lorcan chuckled. “Stubborn. This won’t do. By sunrise you’ll be exhausted from multiple orgasms and these sheets will be soaked with your juices.” He motioned toward the bed.
I didn’t get the chance to contradict him. He gripped my throat, tilted my head to the side, and fixed me with his eyes. “I can’t wait to hear you call my name when you come.”
Releasing my throat, he cupped my pussy with his palm before he began to slide his index and middle finger in a V along my folds, brushing my clit every time.
Even as I sunk my teeth deeper into my tongue, pleasure kept mounting. I was fighting a losing battle, but I couldn’t admit defeat.
His big fingers, glistening with my arousal, slid along my swollen pussy. His thumb and forefinger kept tugging and pinching my nipple in an almost painful way that only increased my lust.
I watched as my body quivered under the force of an orgasm I had no chance to suppress. My lips parted wide as a cry ripped from my throat.
Heat washed through me as I clenched under the force of my release. The orgasm lasted only a few seconds, but I’d carry the memory with me forever. Lorcan slowed his fingers then pulled them from my heated flesh and rubbed them clean on my inner thigh.
“Get up and kneel on the bed,” he ordered harshly.